Cheryl Lives Her Fantasy And Opens Christine's Mind
Cheryl was a bit nervous, but she continued.
"Yes, I'd like to request a male stripper," she said.
"Sure. What kind of stripper would you like?" asked the lady on the other end of the call.
It was a direct question. It needed a direct answer.
"Black?" Cheryl said.
Cheryl could hear the lady typing her request into a computer. Many girls made similar requests, so most of the male strippers were black.
"What type of outfit do you want him to wear?"
""Um, policeman?"
"Okay, just one stripper?"
Cheryl thought. Maybe two strippers would be better - and then she remembered the size of the bonus that she had just received. This was her fantasy. She might as well go all out.
"Three," Cheryl said.
"Three? That sounds like some party," the phone lady laughed. They exchanged a little more information and the deal was done.
"One more thing," Cheryl said. "It's very important that the guys say that they were sent by Melissa."
"Sent by Melissa - alright, they'll see you on Friday night."
When Cheryl turned off her phone, she could hardly believe that she had gone through with it. It was going to be a very special weekend in Boston.
***
Cheryl had the car packed up and ready for the road trip. Her 19 year old daughter, Christine, came out of the house and hopped into the vehicle. Together, they were a very attractive pair. Cheryl was in her 40s. She took good care of herself and she had managed to hang on to her youthful beauty. She still received many compliments on her appearance.
Her daughter was more curvy. She was large breasted with matching hips. Once, Cheryl had overheard some guys talking about Christine and the words "body built for sin" came out of their mouths. A slightly crude comment, but no doubt true. Christine's sweet smile gave her an angelic quality that contrasted with her rocking, devilish body.
The road trip would take a few hours. The conversation was light and natural as they drove through the misty woods of New England on their way to Boston. They caught up on each other's lives. Christine told her mother about the college life. Cheryl told her daughter about recent visits to see family and friends. They talked about the items they were shopping for in Boston.
"I hope they have those shoes I saw."
"I should probably get a new purse."
Then Cheryl began to put her plan into action and it required a cover story.
"Oh! I didn't tell you, there's this new crazy teacher that I work with at the school," Cheryl started. "She teaches in the classroom right next to mine."
"Really?"
"Her name is Melissa and she's this young, wild, party girl. She's always trying to get the other women that teach at the school to go out and party with her after work."
Christine giggled a little.
"And I told her that I'm married, but she just keeps pressuring me to go out with her. She was trying to get a bunch of us to go out to one of those shows with the male dancers. What do you call them? All male revue?"
Christine had a big smile on her face now and they both laughed out loud.
"And I told her that I've never been to one of those things and I know there's nothing wrong with it, but still - you know, I'm married," Cheryl said. "Have you ever gone to one of those shows, Chris?"
Christine said that she hadn't.
"Well anyway, this girl just keeps pressuring us to go out. I don't know. She says that women deserve a 'girls night out' every once in a while and I agree with her on that point. I mean there's nothing really wrong with it. Men go out all the time and who knows what they do."
Traffic was easy and they were making good time. Cheryl figured they would get to Boston around 3pm.
"Anyway, this girl Melissa asked if I had ever had a bachelorette party and I told her 'no' and then she goes crazy and starts saying that every girl is supposed to have one," Cheryl said. "And she said that she's going to find a way to give me my bachelorette party and I told her that I don't want one. That's just not gonna happen."
Christine giggled.
"You know, what's funny though?" Cheryl said. "I've heard from some of the other teachers that Melissa only dates black guys. I mean, I know that times have changed, but I would hate to think of what I might have gotten myself into if I had gone out with her."
Cheryl smiled and laughed a little more.
Then she changed the subject to the beautiful scenery around them. The seed was planted and it was best not to dwell too long on the subject. Things were taking shape. They arrived in Boston a few hours later.
***
After dropping off their bags at the hotel, Cheryl and Christine did some window shopping. Late afternoon gave way to early evening and then they had a light dinner before heading back to the hotel room. Christine was expecting to wrap up the evening with a book or perhaps she'd find something interesting on T.V. Cheryl laid back on the bed, but she waited for the knock on the door.
***
Cheryl was a bit nervous, but she continued.
"Yes, I'd like to request a male stripper," she said.
"Sure. What kind of stripper would you like?" asked the lady on the other end of the call.
It was a direct question. It needed a direct answer.
"Black?" Cheryl said.
Cheryl could hear the lady typing her request into a computer. Many girls made similar requests, so most of the male strippers were black.
"What type of outfit do you want him to wear?"
""Um, policeman?"
"Okay, just one stripper?"
Cheryl thought. Maybe two strippers would be better - and then she remembered the size of the bonus that she had just received. This was her fantasy. She might as well go all out.
"Three," Cheryl said.
"Three? That sounds like some party," the phone lady laughed. They exchanged a little more information and the deal was done.
"One more thing," Cheryl said. "It's very important that the guys say that they were sent by Melissa."
"Sent by Melissa - alright, they'll see you on Friday night."
When Cheryl turned off her phone, she could hardly believe that she had gone through with it. It was going to be a very special weekend in Boston.
***
Cheryl had the car packed up and ready for the road trip. Her 19 year old daughter, Christine, came out of the house and hopped into the vehicle. Together, they were a very attractive pair. Cheryl was in her 40s. She took good care of herself and she had managed to hang on to her youthful beauty. She still received many compliments on her appearance.
Her daughter was more curvy. She was large breasted with matching hips. Once, Cheryl had overheard some guys talking about Christine and the words "body built for sin" came out of their mouths. A slightly crude comment, but no doubt true. Christine's sweet smile gave her an angelic quality that contrasted with her rocking, devilish body.
The road trip would take a few hours. The conversation was light and natural as they drove through the misty woods of New England on their way to Boston. They caught up on each other's lives. Christine told her mother about the college life. Cheryl told her daughter about recent visits to see family and friends. They talked about the items they were shopping for in Boston.
"I hope they have those shoes I saw."
"I should probably get a new purse."
Then Cheryl began to put her plan into action and it required a cover story.
"Oh! I didn't tell you, there's this new crazy teacher that I work with at the school," Cheryl started. "She teaches in the classroom right next to mine."
"Really?"
"Her name is Melissa and she's this young, wild, party girl. She's always trying to get the other women that teach at the school to go out and party with her after work."
Christine giggled a little.
"And I told her that I'm married, but she just keeps pressuring me to go out with her. She was trying to get a bunch of us to go out to one of those shows with the male dancers. What do you call them? All male revue?"
Christine had a big smile on her face now and they both laughed out loud.
"And I told her that I've never been to one of those things and I know there's nothing wrong with it, but still - you know, I'm married," Cheryl said. "Have you ever gone to one of those shows, Chris?"
Christine said that she hadn't.
"Well anyway, this girl just keeps pressuring us to go out. I don't know. She says that women deserve a 'girls night out' every once in a while and I agree with her on that point. I mean there's nothing really wrong with it. Men go out all the time and who knows what they do."
Traffic was easy and they were making good time. Cheryl figured they would get to Boston around 3pm.
"Anyway, this girl Melissa asked if I had ever had a bachelorette party and I told her 'no' and then she goes crazy and starts saying that every girl is supposed to have one," Cheryl said. "And she said that she's going to find a way to give me my bachelorette party and I told her that I don't want one. That's just not gonna happen."
Christine giggled.
"You know, what's funny though?" Cheryl said. "I've heard from some of the other teachers that Melissa only dates black guys. I mean, I know that times have changed, but I would hate to think of what I might have gotten myself into if I had gone out with her."
Cheryl smiled and laughed a little more.
Then she changed the subject to the beautiful scenery around them. The seed was planted and it was best not to dwell too long on the subject. Things were taking shape. They arrived in Boston a few hours later.
***
After dropping off their bags at the hotel, Cheryl and Christine did some window shopping. Late afternoon gave way to early evening and then they had a light dinner before heading back to the hotel room. Christine was expecting to wrap up the evening with a book or perhaps she'd find something interesting on T.V. Cheryl laid back on the bed, but she waited for the knock on the door.
***
